Guy's POV
My hands loosened its hold around her neck. I couldn't kill her. I'm not a murderer.
"Kiss me and you live."
"No! I would rather die than kiss you!" I was worried. She was so weak... Yet she continued to pressure herself.
I raised her head so she could look directly at me. "Kiss me."
"No!" she gasped. "I would rather die!"
I frowned and looked at her. Her breathing was short and rough. If she continued this, she would die.
My eyes trailed down her face, passing the slender eyerbrows and the pale eyelids that covered her dark chocolate colored eyes. It passed her cheeks, slightly red from trying to gather enough breath and ended at the tip of her chin where my hand was.
I decided to repeat myself once more. "Kiss me."
Her eyes fluttered open and she said,"No! I told you before! I would rather die than kiss you!"
I gave a small sigh. "You don't honestly have a choice," I murmured to her.
I could tell she was trying to push me away, even though I could hardly feel it. She was so weak she had trouble breathing. All because of me. Even with all the pain I had caused her, I slowly leaned in and softly pressed my lips against hers.